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Boys to the Yard, Men to My Bed
“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...” Kelis croon-brags on her iconic song, “Milkshake.” While she certainly isn’t using the lyrics to advocate for pedophilia, they certainly can be examined that way. This process lead me to declare that only men are allowed to experience my milkshake. Men rolled their eyes saying, "that was the implication," but females were a tad more concerned about the meaning of the song. It also started a conversation about age and relationships.
By Edward Anderson7 years ago in Filthy
Embracing the Rainbow—A Year of Discovering My Bisexuality
This is a recount of my own journey. It is simply to share my personal experiences over the past year. My story will not line up with that of everyone. Remember, you know your own sexuality best and you are unique. I am not claiming to represent anyone. However, I hope perhaps what I have been through will resonate with someone who reads this. If you are struggling with your sexuality and are seeking some support, I have included links to organizations that can help at the end of this article.
By Georgi Kate7 years ago in Filthy
What Pride Means to Me, As a Queer Woman
The first time I fell in love with a girl was like a breath of fresh air. For so long, I believed that I wasn't worthy of love; I wasn't like everyone else; my desires didn't match theirs and theirs didn't match mine. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.
By Eleanor Noyce8 years ago in Filthy
Understanding Sexuality
So you've come to realize that you're a little different; that you don't feel sexual attraction the way others around you do, or to the types of people those around you do. You feel it for the same sex. You feel it for both sexes. You feel it for all genders and people alike. You don't feel it at all.
By Madi Hiler8 years ago in Filthy
It Was Just Sex: Exorcising the Spector of Unhappiness
And there she was again…Lizzy…how quietly she arose in my dreams, unbidden. She had been coming to me more frequently as of late. My body hummed at the vision of her short, brown hair tousled from our lovemaking as it curled softly at her ears. Her lithe, floating shape complete with perky breasts made me lose my mind. All I could hear was her tinkling laughter as I watched her hair fall over her eyes in a glorious explosion of laughter and joy. The joy only I could give her; my long fingers exploring her silken wetness, my mouth taking her in beautiful breasts, first one then another. My energy rose with her moans of pleasure, and then it happened. I am awoken from my bliss by a freight train of sound coming from the other side of the bed. “Goddamn it, WHY can’t I get even a moment’s peace?” I rose in disgust. Thighs wet with desire for my sweet Lizzy, I quietly left the bedroom and my snoring husband, Peter. I made my way downstairs and curled up in my favorite recliner. I covered myself with my mother’s old quilt and try to get back to Lizzy. In my mind’s eye, she was dancing away from me now as we stood in a field of wildflowers that stretched to the edges of my dream vision. As she ran, she called to me over her shoulder something I could not understand. Her laughter teased my ears again and I could smell her sweet body on the breeze that kissed my face.
By Jaye Bahre8 years ago in Filthy
Follow-Up to Pandora's Box
A follow up to Pandora’s Box So I did a thing on Saturday that I called “Pandora’s Box.” It was published in Filthy on Sunday morning (I disagree with the placement, but there was a lot of talk about genitals in it, so… I suppose I can’t be that mad). It was all about how transgender people fit into lesbianism. It has been read, as of this writing, 79 times. One of those times was by a woman with whom I have a complicated relationship. Her name is Layla. She’s Pakistani, Muslim, beautiful, intelligent, and lesbian. And not necessarily in that order. I met her on a dating website, and our early conversations had led me to believe that maybe it was possible between us. What ensued was a genuine, at times confusing, and intense (for me, I can’t speak for her) friendship culminating in absolutely nothing but friendship. But she’s an awesome friend, so that’s fine.
By Sophia-Helene Mees de Tricht8 years ago in Filthy
Pandora's Box. Top Story - June 2018.
I am a lesbian. That’s a complicated statement. Well, it is for me. It shouldn’t be, but oh my God it is. And perhaps not for the reasons you might immediately think. You see, in addition to being a lesbian, I’m also transgender. I tell people that and they tend to… react.
By Sophia-Helene Mees de Tricht8 years ago in Filthy
Step 2 – Ephemeral Encounters
Well shit. There she was cute and alluring as I had always envisioned her to be. Her warm presence pulled me out of my stoned stupor and drew me in to her home. As soon as we met, she liked to stand next to me close and drawn in. I liked that it, felt welcoming. She was charming and sweet and supportive in the manner you conversed in. If you said something silly or dorky she laughed and reasoned in your favour. I liked her assertive yet submissive presence. It turned me the fuck on. I liked her passed experiences with drugs, it made me feel comfortable enough to show that part of me.
By Queer Sex & Avocado's8 years ago in Filthy
